"Under the circumstances," Holmes says, not wishing to be too graphic, "there is very little difference in gross anatomy." He gives Severus a knowing glance. "Very true and not before time," he comments. "It could have been very much worse." A frown. "Oh the man was clever, far too clever by half," Holmes mutters darkly. "He sent me a note and a...package."
"The very least I can do for them Clayborn," Holmes tells him sadly. "For while the man himself is remembered vividly, those poor unfortunates he killed are barely even thought of." He only yesterday arranged for his annual delivery of flowers to the graves of the women. Holmes sighs. "Sorry Clayborn. I get in the dumps at times."
"Portkey?" Holmes perks up at the word. He also glances around the room. "Not much point in trying to tidy this mess," he says with a wry grin. "It'd be easier to just have you banish the lot." He looks astonished. "Should I not offer her anything to eat?! Does she eat?" He sits forward in his chair. "Please Clayborn, in the few minutes we have, tell me a bit about what I might expect from," he stops himself from saying 'this creature', for he feels it would be insulting in the extreme to refer to her as such, "Winky."